#and why he took down the egg pic

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Nah how much you wann bet he saw the edit and totally forgot it was supposed to be a flower 🤣

Honestly...could see that being the case as well 😄 (maybe he's just as bad at edit-spotting as i am 😊) or...he handed control of his IG over to someone (his kids?), and they made the post and they took it down before he found out 😊

But that's okay, it was a fun pic, it's great to see Richard posting regularly, makes me feel that at least he's doing better after the 2022 tour than he did after the 2019 one, when he fell into a pretty big low (as he talked about in interviews). I remember seeing an out and about pic from 2020 where i thought he looked very thin and pale, looking back i wouldn't be surprised if that was as he was getting back up..🌺

And besides, he's posted on his IG and taken the post down before as well, i can't point to a specific post (as they're not there anymore), but i'm sure there were some..🌺

[planetpiastri]

pairing: lando norris x fem!australian!reader [no faceclaim] summary: honestly, you kind of expected this part-time gig to just be four days of pure chaos that gave you an excuse to see an f1 race up close. then some guy in the fanzone complimented your shoes, and the rest is history. notes: requested by anon!! this has been sitting in my drafts for aaaaages, sorry love <3 y'all are so brave for putting up with me while i try and remember how tf to write these uhhh yeah this one took a turn hope u like it anyway LMFAO

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ausgp Arriving in style! The lads looked great at the Melbourne Walk today 🤩🤩

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username1 lewis and zhou are absolutely slaying!! and oscar is also there

ynusername oscar i love you but you gotta step up your game mate, i wanna wear your merch so bad but it is UGLY!!

landonorris excuse me ausgp i think my fit was deserving of recognition in this post :(

ausgp Can't compete with the hometown hero 🤷‍♂️ landonorris but daniel isn't in this either ? oscarpiastri You're funny.

landonorris

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landonorris he shoots, he scores! thanks for such a warm welcome melbourne :)

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oscarpiastri You and I have different definitions of scoring I think

landonorris ever heard of playing the long game? oscarpiastri Nurse he's out again

username2 where's the worker with the shoes i think they're indirecting her

username3 GET THIS MAN THE SHOE LADY'S DIGITS

maxfewtrell Now that's just uncalled for

ausgp Love to see the spirit 😉

username4 aww lando always looks so happy in melbourne, he loves it here :'))

ynusername oh wtf

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ynusername busy busy busy day, absolutely buggered, but very excited for tomorrow 😁 (also peep The Shoes on the last slide)

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yourfriend i mean... he's right, they are sick shoes

ynusername you're just saying that cos you made me buy them yourfriend well yes!

username5 omg are u the girl who was working the fanzone today??

ynusername i was one of them!

username6 ok if this is the shoe lady i don't blame lando for staring she's so pretty omg

yourfriend "the shoe lady" ynusername i've been titled?????

ynusername

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ynusername weirdest work day ever (included today's shoes bc apparently it's a thing now)

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yourfriend that wrap was good as hell tho

ynusername deffo the most exciting part of lunch

username7 wait who is this girl and why does lando follow her?

username8 go to lovestruckln on twitter, she has a whole thread about it!

landonorris ...weird in a good way, right?

username9 your lack of rizz is astounding lando username10 bro STAND UP ynusername weird in an interesting way landonorris i'll take that

landonorris

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landonorris melb, you have my ❤️

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username11 SHOE GIRLLLLLL

username12 i hope they never hard launch and he just keeps posting pics of cool sneakers

georgerussell63 You're welcome

charles_leclerc You did it, you crazy son of a bitch ausgp Where's our credit?? georgerussell63 You put the pieces in play, I moved them into checkmate ynusername you threw a shoe at me. calm down. ausgp He what???

username13 bro's collecting aussies like infinity stones

danielricciardo ?? oscarpiastri No ynusername :// landonorris 😁😁

ynusername you're cool ig 🙄

landonorris your swag style and utter disdain for me has captured my heart ynusername oh my god stop i'm blushing

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request: hiya! i love how funny your smau���s are and i’m begging for an aussie!reader x Lando one. maybe she works for the AusGP and they met in Melbourne? idk -anon

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic!Danny Phantom- pt. 8

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7] [Pt.9] [Pt.10]

If I had a nickel for every time I’ve been to the hospital in the past three years, I’d have enough money to buy a bag of skittles from Target. Most of it wasn’t for me though lol I’ll add this onto the list in a bit, but I tend to do that from my desktop but I’m still currently attached to an IV drip. I’ve also never been this hydrated in my life lmao

——

Danny poked a puffed up pufferfish. The poison floated through his ghost form and did nothing but give him a little zap. Danny chuckled, wiping away a bit of oil that had gotten onto the fish from a nearby oil spill. Jesus fuck. Danny knew that bald headed, easily drawn Vlad wannabe from across the river would do something terrible to Gotham’s waters (not that it needed help being atrocious to Danny’s clean water appreciation).

The puffer fish- Danny gave up on understanding Gotham’s water ecosystem, having realized that it was a cursed mix of saltwater and freshwater and swamp- gave a fearful little wiggle and Danny let it go, turning to the oil particles floating around.

Danny took out his phone.

“Danny? Why the hell are you calling at three in the morning?”

Danny raised a hand and blasted out some ice, gathering the oil up. “Hey Sam. If I got you into contact with Poison Ivy, do you think you could team up to get rid of Lex Luthor’s new holding company in Gotham?”

“Danny, are you asking me to commit an act of ecoterrorism?”

“That’s not even the weirdest thing I’ve ever asked you to do.” Danny placed a hand on the ice mass and flew it, the oil, and himself across the river to Metropolis.

“Deal.” Sam’s voice gets further away as she pulled her phone from her ear. “I’ll text Tucker, see if he could futz with Luthor’s taxes. I heard her doesn’t even give his workers a livable wage, and that’s so not gonna fly.”

“Perfect! Thanks! We could totally meet up and hang out with my new friends!”

“Hah! That Tim guy? The one that wanted you to introduce Phantom to him?”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, goth girl.”

“Sure, dork. I’ll swing by Friday?”

“Sure! Want me to pick you up?” Danny phased through Lex Luthor’s frankly ridiculous amounts of security measures, still completely invisible and towing a giant mass of oil covered ice.

“Cool. Now hang up. I actually need sleep.”

“Ah, you must be dead tired. I get it.”

Sam hung up, and a second later, Danny got a pic of her holding up a middle finger with her signature purple nail polish.

Danny stared down at the sleeping billionaire. Gross. He let his face re enter the visible spectrum and lowered the temperature of the room drastically. Luthor groaned, waking up as he shivered like a hyped up chihuahua.

Danny bared his teeth, glowing green skin reflecting the black holes of the universe and imploding stars and burning planets as he leaned towards the frozen two bit villain.

“RESPECT THE PLANET,” Danny snarled. He unmelted the invisible ice as he simultaneously made the oil visible, the entirety of the oil spill coating every single inch of Luthor’s penthouse bedroom. Danny winked out, but not before snapping a quick picture of Lex Luthor’s absolutely covered in his company’s oil spill.

If Danny had made sure that there were fish droppings mixed in with the oil… that was his own damn business.

——

Danny floated over to a brooding Batman.

“Do you have two hundred dollars on you?” Danny asked in lieu of a greeting.

Batman grunted a yes.

“Two hundred dollars for a photo of Lex Luthor being hit with karma.”

Batman instantly handed over the cash and received a printed out photo of Lex Luthor (in his Lexcorp pjs) covered by fossil fuel.

"Is this..."

"The oil from his oil spill? Yes."

Batman stared at the picture.

"Why was this more expensive than ID'ing corpses?"

"Cause it's funnier. And dead people deserve more consideration than a egg looking ass polluting everything he touches."

Superman zoomed into the space in front of them, face eager.

"I heard you had something about Luthor?"

Danny figured that Batman probably contacted the hero, and confidently said, "$200 for personal use, $300 for commercial use."

Superman quickly got together three hundred dollars in cash and quickly forked it over. Danny gave him another physical copy of the photo and a usb drive with the photo in a digital format.

"I am so pinning this up." Superman muttered.

"Get out of my city." Batman said flatly. Superman waved a hand, beamed at Danny, and left.

"Did you know Gotham's waters is a mixture of freshwater, swamp, and saltwater habitats?"

Batman grunted.

"Also, please stop stalking Danny Fenton. It's odd."

Batman swiveled his head over. "What."

Danny stared him down. "Stop. Stalking. Innocent. Bystanders. Or else I will recreate the phrase "drowned rat" with you as the subject."

Batman stilled.

"I don't kill, by the way. I can, however, dunk you in the sea and lift you up like a goth version of Simba."

Batman relaxed minutely. "I can't."

"And why not?"

Batman gave him a despairing look. "Have you met my children?"

"... Point."

[k-zuzu]

창빈

seo changbin 𖹭 gn!reader

dating scb.

content: headcanons, eventual smut mdni, sucking him off, mention of pda, changbin courts you, me simping, kinda weird timeline i was too lazy to fix, not proofread, lowercase intended.

zuzu's note: purely for self indulgence. main masterlist.

i have been so obsessed with him! he's my ult bias but he's just been hitting different lately, especially in the recent lollapalooza concert. his hair, his lines in the ATE album, omg, he's so hdjakskzkkwe!!!@;#&@*

the video of him with chaeryoung was sooo cute, it was so nice to see him being so chill in a different way, u get me? also chaeryoung was so cute and funny there 😭😭😭

he would be such an amazing best friend but at the same time such A GREAT BOYFRIEND!

imagine dating him? you'd literally got the best jackpot ever. he's literally the perfect boyfriend. he's so mature and such a charming, gentle, lovable soul!!!

he's known for always being the one people go to for comfort and advice and i just love that about him<33

he'd prioritize you sooo much! he's a kind man, but the type where he can distinguish romantic and platonic interactions. for some other people there isn't much of a line so you can't tell if they like you

to changbin, you're special asf.

if you're into pda: wrapping an arm around your waist, feeding you some of his chips or fries while you're using your phone/distracted, hand holding, visiting your workplace/last class, and such.

friendly bickers with him would be so funnn! i do not limit him as a sweetheart (even though he is) he is SOOO loud. i thought about this while watching the skz code where he and hyunjin debate on whether the egg or the chicken came first, or if the butt was one or two butts. idk why changbin argued it was two. a butt is clearly one and has 2 cheeks! hyunjin's argument when he compared a butt to an ear was actually valid — if a butt is two then, an ear would just as well be two because what they had in common was that a hole seperated them.

he always takes you out on dates! it's important to him to keep the romance alive. gym dates, amusement park dates (never on a rollercoaster), history museum dates, candlelit dinners, studio dates, picnic breakfasts, bed breakfasts! he also feels kind of like a little academic library date kind of guy. sidenote: taking pics of each otherrr!!!

also, 3racha wrote the lyrics of the song "I Like It" and changbin was very passionate while defending the definition of the lyrics againdt hyunjin and seungmin on spot-on. so it's a given that changbin is no stranger to the concept of romance regardless of his lack of experience (at least to our knowledge).

so it doesn't take long for changbin to realize that his feelings are all but platonic. the question is; what would he do about them?

well, personally, i think changbin is the type to pursue. he's a little shameless (in a good way): all of the members know about his feelings for you and he doesn't hide them!

he never pressures you at all. he makes sure you're comfortable before making any advances. of course you allow him to court you.

he does everything, gift giving (buys you anything he sees that reminds him of you), acts of service (he's such an acts of service man!!!), quality time (plsss), physical touch (PLSSSS!!!!), words of affirmation (OF COURSE HE WOULD). everything.

one time, you noticed he was slowing down and you wondered if he was getting tired of waiting, but when you visited him at the dorm you realized he was sick. (why didn't he tell you?) you stayed and you took care of him.

immediately, he was better the next day. (maybe you were a magic cure for him).

the next week, you visited him in the studio and he was really stressed about his recent project. you offered to distract him and he accepted it (if it was even possible).

what he didn't expect was for you to kiss him. why did you kiss him? everything he did for you was building up to the moment he could kiss you.

a kiss turned into a make out session, into you grinding on his lap, into you sucking him off so he could relieve some of the stress he was feeling.

his words were adamant on not letting you because he wanted to be able to make you cum first, but his body spoke otherwise as his hands gently met with the top of your head and his legs spread wider.

he let out small whimpers and sighs, trying his best to stay silent because he might do something embarrassing but you were so good and you took him so well. you were moaning louder than he was as his fat cock went deeper down your throat and he finally met his release.

he tried to pull your head off of him, but you insisted he came down your throat.

"fuck." he whispered. too tired to fight you as his balls emptied, he came wayyyy too much and it was taking a little too long until he was done cumming.

finally pulling his dick out with a soft pop, you stood up, kissed his cheek and left like nothing happened.

well, it's safe to say he was done courting you and you finally started dating after that.

[braimrotting]

screaming crying phils stream today was so good.

i love death family with all my heart and the dynamics at play. the absolute soulread when i said that "hes like paranoid in the opposite way that bad is. bad prepares for every possibly situation and makes sure he has every item for it while phil just ensures he never faces bad situations." phil literally talked about this!!!!! he may not be the richest or strongest but he is the most cautious undeniably. AND its completely reasonable! my heart broke when he asked if he was a bad dad cause no!!!! u arent!!!!

phil takes care of 2 eggs practically single handedly and has full responsibility over them. it isnt like babysitting where at the end of the day theres another parent there. despiter this theres also the feeling of guilt that if either of them die he will be letting down missa/wil. so much pressure its no surprise hes so reclusive + hardcore experience makes him more careful than most too. above all he is a SURVIVALIST!

the little insight into chayannes character was so <3333 light of my life, baby boy, cutie patootie. hes soooo phils boy like, theres a thirst for adventure but danger is only so fun. theres a sense of security and stability which is so unique to this family which becomes more obvious when taken away from that environment. THIS IS NOT SAYING THAT THE OTHER FAMILYS ARE BAD! theres just different stability either from riches, preparation or simply more parents. thats THEIR safety net for danger.

the babies understand phils mindset bc they communicate!!!! god i love communication. they understand that they dont have the same freedom as say richas but they completely get it. longterm safety > momentary fun. it sounds bad saying it like that but the eggs dont really care bc they love! this paranoia kept them alive so far and they still have their slice of life moments. i think these 2 have their armour on the most out of any egg and while phil does sometimes remind them to put it on its so rare that they voluntarily take it off outside the bunker.

also! why tf did the code take pictures of phils base? my memory is kinda shit but i swear the code only took pictures of ninho and not peoples actual bases. should we be lookin into that or was it just supposed to lure phil out of his bunker (cause tbh you have to pry that guy away from the safety of his home). anyways if phils base was the only one that the code took pic of excluding ninho.... thats incredibly concerning. if i remember correctly phils base was the first one to be fully reinforced (i think it was actually illegal but the admins were like meh whatever) idk if it has something to do w that or maybe its because chay +lullah homes are more the bunker than ninho? idk youd think it would take pics of like bads base then too. just seemed strange to me

this was such a ramble i just adore family dynamics and phil is shoving them down my throat. i would love if he joined with the lore but his choice i just feel like hes seen a lot that could be relevant + has pretty good theories.

[shinjisdone]

Ticking Springs

(A Yandere Pinocchio X fem!Reader fic from Lies of P)

Pɑɾt 1; Sluɱbeɾ

capitolo uno

capitolo due

capitolo tre

capitolo quattro: is here

capitolo cinque

capitolo sei

capitolo sette

Capitolo otto

Capitolo nove

Capitolo dieci

Pɑɾt 2; Awɑƙeƞiƞƍ

It was a privilege to share the same blood as Giuseppe Geppetto. To be his family, his niece and take part in the marvelous worlds of puppets. The privilege to learn from him as his apprentice. The privilege to care for the things he cares for and to have the things he cares for, care deeply for you.

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@greeknerd007 , @mitsureigen , @kame11a , @thirdblogsacharm , @sarah22447 , @blueberryhitosh1 , @written1nthest4rs , @huicitawrites

TW in general: Yandere behaviour, creepy and still puppet, dubious intentions and relationship, still in WIP more warnings may occure in time, also I am running out of pictures of P he looks the same in every pic (but prettily so)

[Also, I am gonna be like that and mention that I would not mind any comments or reblogs! This series is definitely gonna have short chapters and is currently building up settings but there's gonna be good ol yandere Pinocchio tailing after you like a puppy afterwards, no worries!]

There was a spot of slobber on your collar.

You tried to make yourself presentable as fast as possible as you ran down the stairs. The table you had fallen asleep onto was left in its messy state as you woke up.

There in the kitchen was Geppetto, cleaning his plate. He briefly turned to you. "Good morning," He began slowly before paying his attention back to the flowing water.

Your eyes darted to the table with bread and an omelette on a lone plate, alongside a water jar. Quickly, you took your seat. "Good morning, Uncle." Your attempt at sounding casual failed but he did not turn back to you. Ceasing your stare, you picked up your fork and began to eat. Clearing your throat, you remembered to thank your uncle.

"Early birds get the early worms and not cold meals." Geppetto replied as he finally made eye contact with you. "Sleep in your bed next time and not on the work table." With a full mouth, you nodded.

"Sorry about that, Uncle, there was just...this one discrepancy I had to fix." "Did you now?" Geppetto dried his hands and rose a brow. Again, you nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes, about the butlers! Come, I'll show you! You'll have to leave soon, won't you?"

Brown eyes stared at your figure, bright eyes staring back at him and the corners of your full mouth dotted with crumbs. He sighed and shook his head, making his way to the hallway and gesturing you to follow.

Chugging down a glass of water, you hurried after. Cold egg tasted truly awful.

Hoisting one up on its feet, you tinkered a bit on its back. The sound of a button was heard and the puppet soon stood on its own. It's arm attempted to rese to its side in an 90° degree angle, thought stuttering and twitching on its way up. It stopped abruptly before the elbow could fully bend and its head did not fully turn to Geppetto.

"Good morning, sir!" The voice flew out of its speakers, "How may I serve you today?"

You eyed Geppetto with an swift and expectant smile. The latter briefly glanced at you with raised eyebrows. Then, he opened his mouth.

"I would like a glass of wine."

"Red wine or white wine?"

"White wine."

"Why, of course!"

Springs were clearly reacting and its head shook for a moment. The puppet replaced its vigorous tone with a soft one.

"My apologies, sir, I am afraid the workshop does not store any white wine at the moment. Shall I have a package ordered for you? In the meantime, I can serve red wine, dessert wine, beer, coffee, tea..."

Once again, you turned to the man with an even wider smile as the options kept spewing out of ithe puppet's speakers. Geppetto turned to you with a smaller one of his own.

"Very impressive." He kept nodding his head, perking his brows, "I still am not too fond of the all-nighter and would prefer if it was kept as a one-timer." A short chuckle escaped him and he turned back into the kitchen. You followed him as the puppet kept on speaking.

"Of course, Uncle." You nodded yourself, "This one just kept me up at night. I was so close to fixing the voice box." "And you've done well." Gloved hands easily fished out another coffee cup from the cupboard. The ceramic resounded softly in the open room as he reached for the milk.

"...black tea, chai, earl grey tea, green tea..."

"Thank you." Lips quirking up, you bowed your head briefly, hands behind your back. "I can go fix up the other butler brother, too. I mean, I believe I can, right?" One step closer and you practically leaned on your toes with wide, expectant eyes. You did hope your uncle wouldn't interpret your eagerness as impatience - even if it partly was.

"... cappuccino, latte macchiato, espresso, espresso mokka, espresso macchiato, cortado..."

With another glance, Geppetto shook his head even as his own lips quirked up. He closed the cupboard. "If you have already fixed his voice box, you might as well make his brother talk. But my goodness..." A snicker escaped the old man as he gestured with his hands full, "...make him stop his gabbling! He is too invested in his work!"

You laughed yourself. "Will do so, Uncle!"

Again, he pointed to the second, dead-still puppet on the table. "Hopefully his brother does not turn up to be such a chatterbox!"

You forced a chuckle. There is only so much that you could bear of Uncle's awful jesting.

"If it prattles as much as the other one..."

"...apple juice, orange juice, grape juice, cocoa, water..."

"...does that not mean I have become an expert at fixing up voice boxes?"

Geppetto utters an humph and bites his tongue. You are truly still young. His brown eyes gazed at the still-empty cup in his hand and he called out from the kitchen.

"If you manage to fully fix his motions as well and have him make me coffee, I might bestow you such a title, dear!"

[ellen-reincarnated1967]

You shuffled down the bunker hallway, in search of painkillers, a pot of strong ass coffee, and something fried and greasy, to fend off the wicked hangover you acquired the night before with Sam.

Sam, whom you had left in your bed, precariously strewn across your mussed up sheets, you might add, as you smirked to yourself, “The bigger they are, the stronger the tequila,” and no, nothing happened between the two of you, he was ever the gentle giant.

Wrapping an elastic band around your slept in curls, you continued to shuffle towards the promising kitchen, when you saw what looked like drops of blood leading from the garage door to the war room. Forgotten was the hangover as you went into hunter mode, pulling what you could down from the wall to your immediate left, took one look at the Samurai blade in your hands, and grumbled, “who decorated this place?”

Slowly, you inched your way, stealthily following the trail of droplets.

You were about to turn the corner, when you saw the worn leather and scuffed up boots attached to the bowlegs of Dean, nursing himself with a tumbler of whiskey from the smell of it.

Your eyes crept slowly up his exhausted form propped up against the wall, the bloodied and broken knuckles, resting atop his knee.

“Dean, what in the ever loving frak,” you gently maneuvered his injured hand into your own, examining the rest of him for any other signs of injuries.

Dean chuckled breathlessly, “Should see the other guy, YN,” then having seconds thoughts, reigned himself in, “actually, uh, best you don’t go looking into the other guy for awhile.”

“Dean, you didn’t?”

You don’t know why you bothered asking, “of course you did.”

“He had it coming Sweetheart,” he took another swig from his glass, “said so yourself.”

Fragments of the night before started to stitch themselves into place; Dean getting a mysterious phone call, just as you were knocking back shots, the side eye from Sam, the barely there nod of Dean’s head, the excuse that ‘Jody needed help’, Sam sweeping you up in his arms bridal style, oh God, you propositioning Sam!

“I think I might’ve hit on Sam last night,” you knocked your head back into the wall.

Dean proffered his glass to you, “I think you need this more than me,” he snorted and you finished off the amber liquid

“You broke a few speed limits making it there and back in a night,” you groaned.

“Broke more than a few speed limits, Princess,” Dean hoisted himself up and extended his hand to pull you up with him, “don’t think anyone will be swiping right on his profile pic for awhile.”

You let out a wheezing laugh, “thanks, Dean, for uh, everything,” you felt the liquor warming up your cheeks and it countered with the roiling of your empty stomach. Your face went from sallow to green and Dean swiftly sat you in one of the kitchen chairs.

“Fried eggs and bacon, coming up,” he smacked the back of the chair twice, “so you can keep whatever is left in that bottomless pit of yours down.”

“Ass.” You mumbled as you cradled your head in your arms on the cool table top.

“Ever the charmer, YN,” Dean began to prep for breakfast, “so eloquent.”

“Bite me, Winchester,” you shot back.

“Save the foreplay for Sammy,” he teased as he cracked a few eggs into a bowl, “he likes it rough.”

Shuffling footsteps sounded at the doorway and a disheveled Sam, running his hand through his hair, looked at his brother and YN quizzically, “who likes it rough?”

[apprenticestanheight]

heyy, i’m here requesting being loyal to my word lol, i have this little idea where adam is stalking/taking pics reader for a job and actually gets like obsessed ?? with them and tries to awkwardly make a move lmao, and obviously this happens before the bathroom events, idk if this idea sucks i just miss my pookie💔

Aldis- A.S x gn! reader

I love this idea so much and writing it was so fun!! Thank you so much for sending it in, writing for Adam is definitely a blast lol

Fic type- this is fluffy!!

Warnings- shitty bosses are implied, and the prices that are mentioned are inaccurate (I looked up aldi grocery prices and then adjusted for inflation by like, a dollar or two lol), stalk-ish behavior is mentioned (adam talks about trailing you going to and from work), cigarettes and smoking are mentioned a few times and Adam might be a little ooc

It started off as a job. Adam found himself hired by your employer to see what it was, exactly, that you did on the way to work and from it. Adam didn't want to know why your boss had wanted to know that of you and the money was good enough to not question it, so he went along with the words of your boss because the money, in the end, helped him pay rent on the shitty apartment he called home.

It started, apparently, because you'd come late to work a couple of mornings in a row with a variety of different excuses--the rain on a day of downpour, your car had broken down, your car was in the shop, your alarms weren't working--but Adam didn't bother to question that, either. He got his camera, he trailed you, he developed the photos and took them to your boss in exchange for cash that could be either devoted to making the rent or buying cigarettes.

Eventually, what was originally just a job became something a bit more for him. He caught himself genuinely caring about you, trailing you not because your boss asked but to make sure you got home without issue.

Care became infatuation, and infatuation got Adam Stanheight where he was--standing inside an Aldi Supermarket at six in the evening on a crisp day in late summer-early fall, having pretended to bump into you in the candle section, of all places, while he shopped Aldi for the deals that he could get on groceries as he needed them anyway.

"Shit!" Adam cursed, catching the candle you held before it could hit the ground on the basis of nothing but luck. "I am so sorry--I barely know my way around this area. I don't typically come down here, but the shop near my apartment is closed for renovations and I needed to grab groceries." Not entirely a lie--you lived in a different spot in New Jersey than he had, but only twenty minutes in a car, and the shop near his apartment where he could've grabbed groceries was closed, so it was Aldis and their bargain deals on any and everything both out of necessity and his minds desire to make a move.

"Oh, no worries!" You laughed. "Seriously--I don't know my way around here either, I typically shop somewhere else, but stuff has happened at work so I gotta do what I gotta do."

Adam had stopped taking photos of you only two days before, having been let go from the job after 'complications' according to your boss.

Adam was trying to flirt, but the flirting part of getting someone to give you their number was not quite his strong suit.

"So," you said. "There must've been another shop in your area. What brings you here?"

"You know that it's impossible to pass on ground beef at 99 cents a pound," Adam said, laughing. "Or a dozen eggs for $1.35, or milk for the low low price of $1.86--it's a rough economy and I am doing my best."

You laughed, and Adams heart gave a funny little flip. "$200 gets you a fuck ton more here than it does anywhere else. I've got candle money, which is nice to have again."

"Are things at work all right?" Adam asked, a feeble attempt at flirting that probably came off a bit too invasive. "Shit--there I go. Asking the way too personal questions. You don't have to answer that, we barely know each other and I don't mean to be invasive."

"My boss has cut my hours in half, is all," you said, shrugging. "I'll be looking for a new job next week, do you know anybody?"

"Nobody reputable," Adam said. "Not that I work with people who aren't, but--"

"What do you do, and what's your name? I'd like to put a name to a handsome face."

"My name is Adam Stanheight," he said. "I take photos."

"Subject matter?"

"PI stuff," Adam said. "I am a glorified snitch, basically, but the money is good."

"Well, glorified snitch," you said. "My name is Y/N and I work in marketing. You ever wanna make a career switch, give me a call."

You passed him your number, and Adam found himself in awe just a bit. He'd fumbled his way through flirting with you like it was the act of trying to share a cigarette and he was a first-time smoker, and you'd flirted like it was nothing.

"What if I don't want to make a career switch?"

"Call me anyway," you said. "We can shop at Aldis together and I can tell you all about the woes of my life in the frozen fruit aisle."

You walked away thereafter, and Adam was left to stand, his cart to his left, in awe.

[klonoadreams]

Scarnoa gives me cryptid vibes. Like, people just post pictures of them posing with her whenever they come across her in her chaotic journey through Paldaea.

I think she's even more of a cryptid than Brie, which says a lot, because Brie was that weird kid you bump into at night sometimes, but I think in her case, you have insomniac piers running into her (or vice versa), raihan dropping in to check up. And then there's Leon, who KEEPS FINDING HER WHEN LOST.

Scarnoa tho, she's on her lonesome, and the chances of your paths crossing with her is highly up to chance, unless you ACTIVELY seek her out to have her stay in one place...or you are Arven. Because Koraidon wants sandwiches from Arven. :V

Meanwhile Nemona can easily track down Scarnoa through the League, but also, Miraidon knows Koraidon's scent and sometimes, they get the ZOOMIES, and oops - tackled to the ground , sorry - Miraidon always lights up around Koraidon. I guess they're feeling lonely??

Anyways Scarnoa is like full on chaotic cryptid that you just HAVE to take a selfie with if you run into her. Some of the photos her Rotom Phone has taken, includes her constant wipe outs on her Koraidon "this is hard" followed by the comments on that "that's a weird fucking Cyclizar" "HEY MA, IT'S A WEIRD FUCKING CYCLIZAR - IT'S LIKE NEMONA'S"

Scarnoa literally walking into a flock of Flamigo and somehow, SCARING THEM OFF because she just reached out and GRABBED a Flamigo, and then football (the american one that causes confusion outside of the States) carried it in her arms, while teh Flamigo was looking all over the place, SO CONFUSED, LIKE ????????

Arven saw all of it in real time, just "You just grabbed a Flamigo."

"Is that hard?" Not really - BUT THEY CAN KICK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU.

Scarnoa just wanted the pink flamingo bird, and they KEPT avoiding her, that's how she ended up following a flock into the marsh area. HOW she didn't aggro them, no one knows, because their usual response is to "ATTACK ON SIGHT"

Anyways, then there's the shiny Smoliv she found like "FOUND THIS LITTLE GUY" not knowing it's shiny, just, "I'm naming him Manzanilla. Wait, why is that other Smoliv different" and comments are "BRO THAT'S A SHINY"

HAve another bird she just grabbed - it's a Wattrel. And it's literally to stunned to shock her. SHE JUST KEEPS GRABBING THE BIRDS> And then just strokes their feathers, and they LET IT HAPPEN. because it feels nice, but what the FUCK

She also has a Baby Tinkatink, like "hey, did somebody lose an egg?" a few days later "OH SHIT - " freshly hatched baby. Thankfully, she was right by a Pokemon Center to get some help for that, like baby formula and a carebook. Because unlike the games, this baby does NOT have its little hammer. "here's some starting scrap for the little one."

makes the shoddiest hammer around five days after hatching, but she's PROUD of it. "Baby's first hammer"

Lots of progress updates for her team, she's happy with them. :V

sometimes you also get "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT" pics and shortly after "I love them."

apart from pics, there are ALSO video recordings of it, again, she's just super weird. That it's just "oh, you're that new trainer, huh? mind if we take a picture?"

and the caption is "guess who i found"

"CRYPTID SPOTTED"

most chaotic trainer, and yet mostly everyone is surprised that she isn't expressive...

Until Arven's Rotom Phone took the snap during a sandwich session, and right on social media and it's like "AYO"

he never really notices because Arven barely pays attention to social media beyond just posting his shit and leaving like some sort of cryptid. :V

from one cryptid (IRL) to another (ONLINE)

[dalliansss]

Egg and Finno ?

Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? Depends on the AU. Ideally they last forever, but there are some pitfalls in this relationship. Egg can get terribly pushy in certain aspects, and Fingon is stubborn and can be unforgiving in turn.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? It took them a long time. They were best friends first.

How was their first kiss? Both remember it only vaguely; they were piss-drunk.

Wedding:

Who proposed? No proposal. They wed each other accidentally after a one night's drunken stint.

Who is the best man/men? - N/A

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - N/A

Who did the most planning? - N/A

Who stressed the most? - Egg. He wanted to give Fingon a proper, grand wedding as befitting their status as princes of the Ñoldor, but Fingon was more grounded on reality and knew it was a political disaster in the making, especially with him (Fingon) being the heir to the High King of the Ñoldor in Beleriand.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? N/A

Sex:

Who is on top? Egg, mostly. But they switch. Fingon just likes to relinquish control more often, and he's very good at power bottoming lmfao

Who is the one to instigate things? Both, but Egg more often.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? 3-4 rounds is the norm. They actually can't get off of each other once they get on it lmfao

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? Yes. Both are very mindful of each other's pleasure.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - 

How many children will they adopt? -

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - 

Who is the stricter parent? FIngon

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? Fingon

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? Egg

Who is the more loved parent? If they can have kids, both are well-loved by the children

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Both

Who cried the most at graduation? Egg

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? Egg

Cooking: 

Who does the most cooking? Fingon. Egg can't cook complicated stuff

Who is the most picky in their food choice? Egg

Who does the grocery shopping? Egg

How often do they bake desserts? Often. Egg likes his desserts

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? More salad eaters.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? Egg

Who is more likely to suggest going out? Egg

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? Egg, the poor bastard

Chores: 

Who cleans the room? - Fingon

Who is really against chores? - Egg

Who cleans up after the pets? - Fingon

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Egg

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Egg

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? FIngon

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? Egg

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Egg

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? Egg decorates the manse every year unfailing

What are their goals for the relationship? For Egg, to be able to flaunt Fingon as his husband without consequence. He absolutely detests being hidden. He wants to be able to declare his love openly. For Fingon, he wishes he could relinquish his status as heir and also continue being with Egg without consequence. But Fingon has reservations surrendering the crown to Turgon, who notoriously disappeared without telling anyone.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? Egg

Who plays the most pranks? Both

@skaelds

[theatrekidstatus]

Chapter 4: TW:too much rizz and s/h (fr)

Y/n pov: i wake up and I'm the first one I hide Greg and get changed into this

Not the book,candle,phone, "cute fit" "thanks" i turn around and see

"can-t sa-y th-e sa-me" god why did I try to be a smart mouth "can't say much can you" (a/n:bully rizz) "🙄" "no finger?" "🖕🏾" "nah I ment your ring finger" "smo-oth" "like your lips" "ok ca-lm do-wn" "shit my bad" "you're good" "aww there flirting" lin took a pic of us "what the fuck are you doing" "nothing" "can we get breakfast" "sure" "WAIT WHERE IS MY BONNET" jazzy yells "probably in Africa by now" nea says "for real" I add (bonnets are the real Ops)"oh there it is" "everyone get dressed we're getting food" "cool" everyone got dressed up and we went to Waffle House (a/n:shut up) Im getting waffle,bacon,grits, "y'all isn't that waiter kinda cute" jazzy ask

"ooooh jazzy's crushing" "🖕🏽" "hey that's mine thing" the waiter comes over "hello pretty ladies what might you be ordering" "can I get eggs and waffle" pippa asks "can I get bacon eggs and a waffle" nea asks "waffle,bacon,grits,please" jazzy looking at him like a dork "ma'am" "huh" "what would you like" "your number" she whispers "excuse me" "grits and bacon please" "ok "aww" "shut up" 25 minutes later "jazz call your boyfriend over" pip says "oh he's coming over" "ah shit" jazzy wipes food off her faces and puts lip stick back on "do I look ok" "👍🏾" "good" "are you pretty girls ready for the check" "yeah" "oh I think you need this" he puts the plate shit in the middle and gave jazzy a napkin we got to the car "jazzy there something right here" "wait do y'all that's why he gave me the napkin" "🤷🏽‍♀️" "ugh" she pulls it out and squeals "what happened" "he wrote his number on the napkin" "eee" we all squeal "omg he heard me" "damn" "shush y/n this a good thing jazz" nea said we make it back to the theatre "how was y'all food" Lin ask "good" "we all said "jazzy left with a new boyfriend" "I did that shit" "for real twin" "we got 5 hours till rehearsal so let's just chill - and no you can't go back to sleep" "ughhh" we said "wait I saw the cutest puppy on insta imma show y'all" "k" "cool" "sure" I get on my search thing and I see Lin posted it was me and ant "favorite couple" was the caption "🙄" I check the comments "she's so ugly" "he could do better" "ant I thought we were better than this" "she's so fugly" "man Ramos check my dm's you'll move on real quick" I throw my phone and run to the back I took my bag i was crying so hard "I check my bag I found my old blade I was gonna throw it away but it looked REAL helpful right about now I held it to my wrist I hear  long repetitive loud knocks" "y/n please you've been clean for so long please please please the comments aren't true your beautiful and I love you I'll delete the post and all the comments please" Lin cried through the door while trying to break the door "y/n please I love you" I hear it was ... ant he loves me I stand up and open the door Lin ran and hugged me "I love you don't ever scare me like that" I just start crying "let it out sh sh sh let it out come on" he picks me up "y/n are you ok" the girls ask "mhm" I Mutter "today has been a stressful day so everyone can leave and head to my apartment to check on y/n" at the apartment "wait did you want people over DONT LIE" "yeah I love them" "ok..." "I hear a knock at the door" "you're the only without a car yet you're here first and you brought gifts" "can I see her" "sure" "I look up it's ant" "hi do you want some chocolate?" "Hell yeah" he snickers "so you... love me" he looks down "I think so" "I think I LIKE you " "really" "yeah" "do we date now?" "Can we" "sure" he had a little smile "you smile is so cute" "thank you" "look how the table have turned I use to be the nervous one" "I'm not nervous" "what happened to the boy whit w rizz and confidence" he's right here" "wha-" im cut of by his lips on mine I just look at him "im sorry" and ran away Lin came in and I told him everything "I'll call him" "no lin please" "ok" everyone came over and I  said everything from the comments to ant "yn/n I'm sorry"  "it's ok it's been a hard day I kinda wanna eat and sleep" "oh of course" "I'm sorry" "DONT say sorry it's just boundaries" "let's go ya'll" "k" they all left "I made your favorite" "thank you chef Lin" I eat it and the food was really good I hop in bed and sleep my ass off.

Anthony Ramos pov: I wake up i notice y/n is up she's not at my side I go to the bathroom and get ready I see y/n I saw "cute fit" "thanks" "can-t sa-y th-e sa-me"  "can't say much can you" "🙄" "no finger?" "🖕🏾" "nah I ment your ring finger" "smo-oth" "like your lips" "ok ca-lm do-wn" "shit my bad" "you're good" "aww there flirting" lin took a pic of us "what the fuck are you doing" "nothing" "can we get breakfast" "sure" "WAIT WHERE IS MY BONNET" jazzy yells "probably in Africa by now" nea says "for real" y/n added "oh there it is" "everyone get dressed we're getting food" "cool" everyone got dressed up and we went to Waffle House oak was talking bout his plan too ask pippa same with davved and nea "Ramos when are you gonna ask out middle" "WHO?" "y/n" he whispered "ohhh idk why'd you say middle" he just 🖕🏿 me "ohh" "yeah" "y'all are grown men and can't talk to your crush" Chris chimed in "I can't imagine not dating your crush" groff says as he touches Lins hand "yeah baby" "get a booth"

A little later

"how was y'all food" Lin ask "good" "we all said "jazzy left with a new boyfriend" "I did that shit" "for real twin" "we got 5 hours till rehearsal so let's just chill - and no you can't go back to sleep" "ughhh" we said "im so tired I tell the guys" "same" "for real" "yeah" I see y/n running away crying "what happened we ask the girls" "we don't know" i pick up her phone and read some strange comments i was nauseous i show them and Lin said "on no" we run after Lin he dose long repetitive loud knocks" "y/n please you've been clean for so long please please please the comments aren't true your beautiful and I love you I'll delete the post and all the comments please" Lin cried through the door while trying to break the door I was so upset I just yell "y/n please I love you" everyone looked at me and tears down my face as i didn't hear anything from her she and opened the door Lin ran and hugged her "I love you don't ever scare me like that" she just started crying "let it out sh sh sh let it out come on" he picked her up "y/n are you ok" the girls ask "mhm" she muttered Mutter "today has been a stressful day so everyone can leave and head to my apartment to check on y/n at the apartment" "you're the only without a car yet you're here first and you brought gifts" "can I see her" "sure"  "hi do you want some chocolate?" "Hell yeah" he snickers "so you... love me" i look down "I think so" "I think I LIKE you " "really" "yeah" "do we date now?" "Can we" "sure" he had a little smile "you smile is so cute" "thank you" "look how the table have turned I use to be the nervous one" "I'm not nervous" "what happened to the boy whit w rizz and confidence" he's right here" "wha-" im cut of by his lips on mine I just look at her "im sorry" and ran away

[oogaboogaspookyman]

For the pride game

2 and 15

2: how do i describe my gender identity?

i. don't know.

egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?egg?

im male. a guy. im supposed to be. if not.

what am i?

15: how did i first realize i was queer?

Sooo storytime! With the shitty fucking memory skills i have! It's gonna be very fun!

Okay so i'm at school, there's a recess going on i think?? And at one point i had to get out of the classroom for a bit and go to the room where the big people work y'know- those people that basically control the entire place? Yeah them.

At one point i had to get out and go there for some reason i don't remember, i think it was on a day where i was batshit mad at my mother so i'm guessing it's for help on calming down?? I guess?? Idk- that's not the point- moving on!

I went there and decided to see The Guy, the boss basically (he's a good dude btw, very friendly!), i go to see him and chat with the guy and suddenly, at some point, he brings up his son.

Here's where i learned i was truly bisexual...

He tells me somewhere along the lines of "hey wanna see pics of my son?" and i say "sure why not" and he brings out his phone and starts looking through the pics and he tells me "here's my son, look :D" and then, when i go to see... When i go to see the pics...

My mind was clouded in thoughts of how hot his son was. Deadass my mind was filled, from top to bottom, with "HOLY SHIT HE'S HOT", and "GOD I WANT HIM", and "I BET THE DICK IS INSANE", i felt my heart BEATING SO FUCKING MUCH it was like the liberation of FRANCE, to describe the rush i felt- i was gonna DIE but my soul kept my body up with ropes and chains and everything else that could hold me up and standing.

I don't remember what he looked like, hell i remember fuckle, but i do remember that HE'S FUCKING HOT AND I WANT HIM.

I went back to the classroom after all that jazz and i literally felt like a ventilation shaft spewing out steam and shit- i felt my body fuckin' SMOKING HOT I NEEDED TO PULL ON MY SHIRT (the neck hole y'know what i'm talking about you're smart-) TO LET THAT STEAM OUT AND COOL MY BODY.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THAT GUY DID TO ME, I DON'T KNOW WHAT MAGIC HE CAST ON ME, BUT I DO KNOW THAT I REALLY WANNA SLEEP WITH THE DUDE HOT DAMN...

Oh yeah- i also took into account a past crush i had with a girl and then thought "well fuck i guess i'm bisexual... Neat!" and then that's that on that.

And that is how i found out i am a fan of both girls and guys! Hurray for me i guess!

And my last note? Nothin' fuckin' changed after i learned that like- yeah i'm bi but i'm still gonna try to find myself a chick (or a guy idk whichever comes first) and start something up, and later down the line have kids (it doesn't matter how).

Soooo that's it! You reached the end of the post! Bye bye now! See ya later! Have a good one man- how do i fucking end this shi

[fangirleaconmigo]

Gahhhh you guys were so sweet and encouraging in the replies that I have to let you know how it went.

It was a bar, I don’t know why i thought it was a pizza shop. Anyway, I was the second person to arrive. The first guy was a middle aged Mexican guy with a fairly heavy accent and a nerdy tattoo. To put in context, I’m a middle aged Mexican American person, so that put me at ease almost right away.

And if anyone is reading this like…why is she worried about identity and gender, well when you have a lifetime of being told you can’t do things, or you’re a fake nerd, being spoken down to or whatever because you’re a girl/woman, that fic and shipping is gross or cringe, or that nerdery is a white person thing or a young person thing, those things can sort of infect you.

Or you just get so tired of the prospect of being treated weird that you just start sticking to “your own”, (the intersection of nerd Women/queer people). And as a result you can stop taking risks.

Also, and this is relevant, I live in an extremely conservative area of the country (USA). There are flags (trump flags, flags with guns on them) and Bible verse signs telling me I’m going to hell, all over my neighborhood. So I’m so cautious to meet anyone! I’m queer as fuck! I’m an atheist! That is only the beginning of the objectionable parts of who I am!

But I don’t want that baggage or self consciousness to stop me from doing things or to close me off from meeting new people because meeting new people is awesome. It reminds you that life is made of endless possibilities and new beginnings and stories you’ve never heard. Also, I don’t want to make assumptions about other people the way people have made assumptions about me.

And to just say, when you are meeting strangers, you cannot tell from a picture anything about their queerness or gender experiences or identity. There’s no short cut to just showing up and meeting a stranger and getting to know them. Risk! Possibility! All in one!

Yes I am really like this. This is really how my mind works. Anyway, that’s just to explain that.

But back to me and Fernando. He had a book with him and I was nosy about it and he was smiley and friendly, so that was a good start.

Then I went next door to a ramen shop to pick up some ramen to eat (bar didn’t have food) and when I got back, the rest of the party was there. I got some wine and I figured, good ramen and wine, if nothing else, there will be this.

Woops I ate it before I took a pic. Trust me, it was pretty with the egg and mushrooms on top. Ok, so.

The rest of the party were men, so yeah it was just me holdin it down, but for all my talk of self consciousness, if you ever met me in real life, you would not be able tell that I feel those things at all. No one can ever tell when I’m anxious because I shove it down so deeply it is only visible to balrogs. So I chit chatted and it was nice.

The dm (Garrett) was a bearded gentleman probably in is thirties. He was a beginner dm and wanted to do a good job, you could tell. He said one of the other guys called Nick (out of five guys, two were named Nick) would correct him if he fucked anything up. Nick #1 was like…you’ll be fine. Nick #1 was super relaxed about it and I felt like this was a good sign.

So the dm did a meta explanation of what DnD is, and it’s so interesting to see how other minds frame and understand things.

He said if we’ve seen any quest based fantasy movies, that’s the concept, but explained that since it was a one shot for teaching purposes, it would be more of a task than a quest.

He said it is based in a pre-medieval time period, explained the level of technology available (and not available) in this particular time period, talked about the various professions, and explained some of the reasons people might need to travel or move from point A to point B.

I asked a lot of questions about how points and turns worked (how do you quantify imaginary actions into numbers?? How does the dm decide the number threshold for success at an action?? Is he pulling this out of his butt? -tho I said it nicer- and are we doing this as a group or individuals? Like do we all have to vote on what we’re gonna do or??). He explained but I did not get it and I quickly realized I would just have to play to understand. So we moved on.

Then he explained the roles and asked who we wanted to be. I chose rogue because 1) he said it was beginner friendly or simpler to play and 2) the description sounded a lot like my girl Inej Ghafa from Six of Crows, so I thought I could understand the character via Inej.

My girl jumps around on roofs and hides in shadows, has a ton of knives, and can kill you before you even know she exists. Her nickname is the Wraith. I mean how cool is that?

So, I asked if a rogue was kind of like Inej:

None of them had heard of her (which wasn’t completely surprising given the demographics) but when I described her, the dm said yes. Sounds like it. So I was like aight I’m Inej (in my mind).

Then, I chose a bag with a dragon on it because obviously. If you have the chance to choose a dragon, you choose a dragon. The dm said all the bits of dice have different functions but that the main one was the 20 one. I have vaguely seen D20 in the tags on tumblr (so maybe it’s a show) so I was like YES I AM AWARE THAT THIS IS IMPORTANT. And he gave me a sheet. Here’s my setup:

The little plastic guy did not have Inej's flair, but I forgave him. He was my little guy.

The dm was like...oh, I forgot to tell you. Your character is a halfling. I was like...that's cool. Halflings saved Middle Earth. This seemed to please him. As I said, he was a bit nervous that it would go well, which was endearing. Also, it was nice to not be the only person working on a bit of nerves.

So then he explained the task, which was to infiltrate a cult. Apparently we were all big time advisors to a king, who had sent a team to stop this cult from summoning a snake god to destroy the world. This team had consisted of our fellow citizens (one from each 'race'), one of them being my cousin. Problem was, no one had heard from them since. So the mission was like...rescue our people unless they've been converted, in which case we would kill them.

I was immediately into it, hoping I would not have to kill my dear cousin. We may not have spoken in awhile, but she would always be dear to my heart. Obviously. We had a bond. I mean, who wouldn't, after what we had been through together.

Nick #2 thought that since we were the 'B' team, we weren't very important to our country. I disagreed, saying that our mothers sent their least favorite first, as they were more disposable. But since that failed, they were forced to send us, their golden children. They went along with my assessment ha.

Since it was a 'one shot', we just sort of appeared at a building with one lookout. We started talking about what to do and Mario (the guy I haven't mentioned yet) said he wanted to barrel up to the lookout guy and say "hey are you in a cult". (He was the barbarian). Also, Mario was cracking up and having a good time, being like yes, my char is really fuckn dumb.

So ok, this was gonna be silly and I wasn't gonna take it too seriously.

Only I was like babe, why would you do that? Shouldn't we look around and gather intel? Then Fernando (this was his first DnD also, and he was a ranger) was like...let's just kill this guy. I have a bow and arrow.

I was like damnnnn Fernando it's like that? I didn't know you were hiding such bloodthirstiness in there. You seemed so nice! (Turns out he had a slytherin tattoo on his forearm so I shoulda known).

Now I was on Mario's side. I was like, ok well if it's talk or murder (I have ethics damnit and Inej does too) let's talk. (Also, I pointed out, we couldn't even see a face under the robe, what if that was his damn cousin!) And I was gonna suggest sending someone with a bit more finesse, but Mario was so happy about his choice of trundling up to this guy and asking him if he was in a cult, I couldn't break his heart. I was like...can the sorcerer at least go with him? (thinking the sorcerer would have more finesse)

But after Mario stomped up to this guy with the sorcerer in tow and was like...'hey are you in a cult?' the sorcerer (Nick #1) was like yeah, can we join? This cult sounds amazing.

Nick #1 was having a great time too.

This did not turn out well and the guy disappeared to go 'ask if you can join', so I asked if I could just lead for a bit. I snuck around. We got into the room. Then we got into a secret room, and hallway, and then finally in some basement where some ritual was going on.

At this point I've rolled a few times and seen how it works. If your roll sucks, the dm comes up with some way you fail. If it's in the middle, the dm comes up with some way you can gain something but not have it go perfectly. If you roll really high, you get more. It's all extremely subjective, but fun to see what he came up with.

Anyway we're in a ritual room now, and it looks like the barbarian's cousin is there and has been turned and has a serpent head.

(I want to kill him, says Mario. I was like...DUDE. TRY TO CURE YOUR COUSIN. ALSO, WHERE TF IS MY COUSIN?? I DON'T SEE ANY HALFLINGS IN THIS ROOM THERE SHOULD BE SO MANY PEOPLE IN THIS ROOM)

The guys decided to just kill the shit out of everyone. Since it was four on five, I considered myself an extra and snuck around the back rooms investigating.

The game went long, so one guy had to leave before it was over. So, the dm had his character run away and elope with one of the cult members. That was cool. The cleric (the very quiet Nick #2) deserved his chance at love.

Speaking of Nick #2, he also a beginner, and he seemed a little shy. He sat next to me and almost never spoke, but he wanted to throw spells. I think magic is very cool so I kept being like...can't Nick throw a spell now? Come on, this one sounds fuckn cool! Something about defense against evil?? Aren't these guys evil? What about detecting poison? What if they converted our cousins with poison??

But turns out the spells you have are so limited in use, that he didn't get to throw any until the big fight. I kept grabbing his sheet and holding it up to the dm, "he wants to use his magic, what can he do?" And the dm was like...you CAN throw that spell, but I can tell you it's not gonna help. lol. But Nick #2 did finally get to use magic to kill cultists in the end, which is what I think all these guys came to do anyway.

Then he got his happily ever after with the one surviving cultist.

I never found my cousin. After investigating, she apparently also converted and got her own branch elsewhere, which hey kinda proud they recognized her leadership potential.

I guess the next stand alone will be the next step.

Then the dm asked me whether he did ok, and how it was, which again, very endearing. I said he did awesome. (I mean, I have nothing to compare it to, but he was nice and helpful and that's what I needed.)

So, yeah. My thoughts are, since it was a small task based one shot, I didn't get to do any character building or story spinning really, which I think is gonna be one of my favorite parts of it, but I got to get a taste of what it is and what it's like in a casual, silly, fun kinda way, which was exactly what I needed it to be.

I would definitely try DnD again. I did feel lost a lot of the time, but I was having fun, and that's what matters. If you've made it this far, feel free to tell me if this squares with your experience of DnD, what you think about my experience, and any advice you may have.

Just so you all know, ya girl is being very brave tonight.

I have always wanted to learn to play DND. Always. But I’ve never had anyone to teach me. I’ve never known anyone who plays locally.

There have been times when really lovely people have offered to teach me online, but I just have this mental block learning things remotely. I want to learn in real life.

But I recently saw that a local geek group is holding sessions to teach people. So I’m going to a meet up with COMPLETE STRANGERS (at a pizza shop) on our local Geek group on meetup. I went on the rsvp tab and saw it’s all men, so I almost cancelled. Pls do not judge me for that.

But I gathered my strength and I’m still going because I’m very brave and because hey there’s a slight chance they aren’t all cishet boys who are gonna be very annoyed by the way I fandom.

I’m wearing my Michonne t shirt and my witcher necklace. Here we go. I might make some local nerd friends.

(My friends are all so lovely but none of them are nerds to the degree that I am and I also have always wanted local nerds)

I’M GONNA FINALLY LEARN TO PLAY DND FOLKS

[autumn-sweet-fae]

I bet the debate over Dot is even more ferocious than the eggs, since that pokémon is demonstrably choosing to stay with the wanted “criminals” when it’s perfectly capable of leaving.

OH, what if—

Basically like one of those back-and-forth internet dramas where someone’s claim is taken apart piece by piece. I mean, if the girl is active online maybe she had been part of other lame little lies and controversies. Maybe some people come forward with screencaps of somewhat incriminating conversations, or just people going “hey, when I looked at some of the girl’s older posts, Azurill really doesn’t look like it’s in good shape.”

Somebody drops an hour-long breakdown of how and why the claim that the Azurill was stolen is bogus, not because Ingo doesn’t have the pokémon—he certainly does—but because all the evidence points to the original trainer being neglectful and that may have Azurill chosen to leave.

And in that case, the fact that such a pokémon chose to go to Ingo and Akari, and from that one pic is looking much healthier and happier now… well, that somewhat reframes their “criminal” profile, doesn’t it?

What if this all happens a bit earlier on, and is actually one of the first things marking a tone shift with the public discourse? Maybe some people think, huh, yaknow what, there’s a pretty clear parallel with the researchers, too. And Sneasler seems happy with them, doesn’t she?

Plus, I just find it amusing to think the first crack in the research group’s PR isn’t anything to do with them directly: it’s the fact that a teenager tried playing the same game, and was obviously lying.

I wouldn’t say she looks perfectly capable of leaving. Sneaseler, who is 6 foot tall and has foot-long poisonous razor claws on her paws, looks perfectly capable leaving. Dot, who looks like she makes a squeaky toy sound when you squeeze her, looks like she won’t make it very far before one of their pokemon brings her back.

And oh goodness, YES! I love all of this! All the internet investigators screen caping old pictures from Meghan’s poke-insta and poking holes in her claims. She tries to double down, claim her Azurill has a medical issue, insist that the weird wild girl threatened her with that rabid Vulpix.

(Also there’s a number of folks who look at the pictures she took of Akari & her vulpix and are very Concerned about the scars they can see in the girls arms and legs. What happened to this kid?)

I love that idea! The PR team sees the pretty young girl from money and think ‘Yes! The perfect face for our cause!!’ But she’s also a selfish messy teenager who refuses to accept the consequences of her own actions and behavior. She sees her pokemon as more of an accessory then a living thing. 

(I’m thinking at one point when trying to get her Azurill back proves to be too hard, she’ll give up and have her family get her a Cleffa instead… because what’s cuter then a Clefairy! )

[windstarosprey]

Post-Pre-Reboot: Sherman 'Tank' the Walrus

This came about as the result of a little thought experiment I had. But first, some context.

Of all the Egg Bosses (and post-Reboot characters in general) Tundra the Walrus is easily one my least favorites. While cruel, monstrous villains are par the course for the Eggman Empire, Tundra somehow managed to be scummier than even the likes of Mordred Hood and Akhlut through a combination of being an abusive parent, an anti-intellectualist, and a backstabbing hypocrite (His "might-makes-right" mentality, willingness to jump ship to the stronger side the moment you show weakness, his cruelty and disdain for Rotor being a "toymaker" despite Eggman being the same thing, etc). TV Tropes even makes it a point to list his replacement of the nobler, braver Sherman Walrus, Rotor's father from the old continuity in his entry under his entry in Nightmare Fuel for the Archie Comics!

Then, I had this weird thought:

What if Tundra came in contact with the Genesis Energy that briefly restored the Freedom Fighters' memories in the first five issues of the reboot? Would he regain his old self's memories? Would the severe difference between the two incarnations of Rotor's dad cause a total personality rewrite instead of a seamless integration? What would Sherman be like if he existed in the Reboot instead?

After that, everything started clicking into place, and I came up with this idea for a Post-Reboot style Sherman:

Despite him being a total scumbag, Tundra has an admittedly cool design, so I knew right away that I wanted to keep that for Post-SGW Sherman. I especially like that RisziArts gave him a different mustache style than his canon self; it's a nice touch. The "Tank" nickname was just something I threw in for fun, and it fit for a powerhouse like Rote's dad.

Personality-wise, I ran into a problem: Sherman was a plot-device rather than character in the Archie comics. He existed to provide some motivation and sympathy for Rotor and only appeared in a single issue, and in a back issue, flashback side-story no less. So, I had to create his personality from scratch. With that in mind, I took a look at Tundra and all the ways he's Rotor's opposite, then tweaked them into traits that made sense for him.

Post-SGW Sherman is essentially a Mobian Ben Grimm meets Sgt. Hatred from the Venture Bros. (minus Sarge's "problem" that he needs to take medicine for - you know the one) with a bit of Homer Simpson and Dragon Ball Z Abridged Nappa thrown in for good measure. He's a boisterous, hot-blooded goofball and kind of a moron (he has average intelligence, but is lacking in common sense), but an all-around jovial and friendly guy you'd wanna have a drink with.

Sherman and Rotor are the quintessential "Jock Dad, Nerd Son" archetype. They don't see eye to eye on a lot of things and have little in the way of common interests. But when the chips are down, they ultimately care about eachother. That said, Sherman really likes to get into the part of playing the "evil, cackling supervillain" (his way of coping), much to his son's embarrassment.

As for how and why Sherman ends up with Eggman, my current head-canon is [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED].

And that's post-Reboot Sherman, hope you all enjoy the pic!

Sherman Walrus is the owned by Ken Penders (as per his lawsuit).

Tundra the Walrus is the owned by Ian Flynn, Archie Comics, and Sega.

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Original artwork by RisziArts.

[k-s-morgan]

Hello! Another update, this time with some photos for those who are interested))

Everything remains fine for me and my family. The explosions happen almost daily, and some of them are strong enough for our windows to shake, but they are still far enough, so we feel relatively safe. I don't know if Russians are going to invade Kiev or not. If not, great - hopefully, it means we'll keep living in safety until the end of this war. If they do invade, then I feel it would signify a rapid end of the war, too, and I still have hopes that the active fighting won't be taking place near my home. Everything's possible, and the missile did hit the house opposite of mine on the second day of war, but it was an accident, and I hope this will remain the only damage in my neighborhood.

I'm still writing - not much, but regularly. I also want to thank everyone who keeps leaving supportive notes, messages, and asks. Additional thanks to my Finnish supporter and the person who recommended Quran: everything you said means a lot, and it's true that these days, finding something to hold onto is crucial.

Now, some pics of my oblivious pets and personal war adjustments:

1) This is my youngest cat Laoriy. He's always so elegant and fluid, we call him a dancer))

2) This is my other cat Simura. We took her from a pet shelter less than 2 years ago, and though she's lazy as hell, she remains a total worrywart. Any sound scares her, and Laoriy loves to hide and jump on her, which makes her even more cranky.

3) These are my dumb pigeons. They are coming up with more and more creative places to hide from me because I keep separating them. When they are together, they are trying to lay eggs, which is harmful for their bodies. This time, they somehow managed to climb into my work table.

4) This is the stuff we put up near the door every night - it's a warning system against the possible attack by marauders. Our door is weak, so we hope that if someone tries to break in, they'll stumble and the old mattress will fall on them, slowing them down long enough for us to wake up and grab weapons.

5) These are the supplies of wet food for our cats (we have several kgs of dry food as well). We managed to buy all this thanks to those of you who helped me on Patreon - now, even if all shops close down and the city is cut off from the rest of the world, we'll have enough food to last us and our pets for at least a month, maybe longer.

6) And this is what I call "war hair." I used to love my hair, but now it's turning into a nightmare. I don't know why, maybe it's from stress, but no matter what I do, it looks dry and dead. On the bright(ish) side, I don't really care because there are much more important things to bother with. Still, I feel kind of wistful because I used to fuss over this a lot.